In the process of emerging, chances are hearts will be given away. Some more willingly than others, true, but in the event of heartbreak just remember caterpillars become butterflies but what happens to the cocoon ?

lipstick stains on the wine glass spattered with conversations stuttered. she downs the whiskey to numb the fear and i can’t fault her. we’ve been running for so long now it’s hard to stop. i figure it’s not enabling if your fingers curl and you’re catching smoke. she wipes her lips with a napkin, red […]

When I was 17, I would’ve told you turning 21. At 21, with smoke in my veins and ash in my throat, It was of no longer being 19. Nineteen was the age of freedom, Before responsibilities were a real thing. When bills got paid via an automatic deduction From a bank account that was […]

i. we bundled up in layers of freedom and jumped into the car driving hundreds of acres into the foreign future bubbling with excitement, we painted hazy tomorrows with bourbon and sex, charted yesterdays into notebooks bound by platitudes and dime store ink and too loud bands and we called this youth. ii. you twisted […]

He calls her luminescent Incandescent, extraordinary. She isn’t sure that he hasn’t swallowed a thesaurus, He isn’t usually this verbose, after all, He laughingly nudges her chin, “fireworks”, he whispers, “Embodiment of youth”, lightning fingers tracing across her thighs She shudders. She spends the next five years searching Searching for that incandescent smile, Practiced fingers […]

Smoke in a stagnant room swirls Like Van Gogh’s starry night White ink on dusty canvas. The motes dance Like the lilt in his voice when he asked “Why do you smoke?” I musingly replied, full of idealistic romance Rapt in the nicotine tendrils that curled Comforted by the big jazz bands of Hemingway On […]

(or the last time i really thought about him.) Next time that we meet Your name will have the prefix Dr. I can’t remember if your hands were Callused or if your lips were cracked Or why I bled over the lines you whispered But next time we meet, I know That our clothes will […]

I tell my friends that I’ve discovered a couple of new moles Erupted overnight, and that I’m terrified. I don’t tell them that I’m scarily alone That the scary part is how OK with it I am. I don’t tell them how much I crave the solitude, How the thought of “catching up” freaks me […]